the dark side of the moon is on top tonight
bright half slung low and round like
the glowing belly of an expectant mother
looking to a bright future.
I had forgotten the promise that hovers
just over the next horizon, a beacon
beckoning.
it is a recollection I'm grateful for...
wow, that's lovely. Very hopeful. And grateful I think.
ReplyDeletewonderful, hopeful poem. i think i feel like that often.
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